Daddy's Little Girl

Smacked my lips, primped my hair
Took a deep breath of the crisp cold air
Relaxed my shoulders, trying to hide
Deep feelings I had buried inside

Entering the room hoping to escape
The audience I knew I had to face
So sudden the tears welled up in my eyes
At the first sound of my mother’s cry

I caught a glimpse of my uncle cope
By speaking of my dad’s lost hope
Knowing my dad had used all his wisdom 
In attempts to free my brother from prison

My dad had given up after doing all he could
To get others to accept ignorance isn’t good
He inspired others to share their voice
In recognizing mental illness is not a choice

His aura, his persona, his sensitivity to the cause
So present in the room it made me stop and pause
My dad was genuinely, deeply spiritual and real
He could make even the most hardened feel

Feeling the weight of the lump in my heart
Had to leave the room to prevent falling apart
More than once I left and did this retreat
To regain my center and get back on my feet

He had affected a variety of people it is true
So many strangers, so many I never even knew
These couples who struggled to save their own 
From an illness so devastating and unknown

I felt compassion and healing in their presence
As we cried and reminisced about my dad’s existence
Classic Bob Dylan music playing in the background
So his style I felt he was still around

A slide video he narrated of all of us so young
Brought him to life hearing him dissect each one
All the emails of adoration from others in their fight
Lined the walls to exemplify his inner bright light

Adorning the hallway many letters to the editor he wrote
The substance and passion in others he provoked
His genius, his remarkable mind was brilliant
He was compassionate, centered and very resilient

So many thoughts and feelings not expressed
I wanted more time before he was put to rest
To my daddy I was his little girl
And to me he was my world



-LORI JEAN PHIPPS
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Brown Avatar
November 11, 2010 at 12:32 PM
Congratulations on your poetry making it through the first round of the Poetrysoup site contest Lori. The best to you in the finals. Love, Carol
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September 9, 2010 at 7:36 PM
Congradulations on having your poem featured Lori, I am pleased to have read this, enjoyed, and best wishes to your upcoming days..P.D.
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September 7, 2010 at 10:11 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved poetry being featured this week Lori. Love, Carol
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September 5, 2010 at 11:56 AM
Congrats Lori Jean on your featured poem this week on the Soup.. a nice one to share with us all ..with luv this holiday weekend...
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May 30, 2010 at 5:50 PM
Nice recollection of memories of Daddy and a nice tribute
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May 30, 2010 at 4:01 PM
GOOD WRITE, ENJOYED
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May 30, 2010 at 3:56 PM
Mental illness is not a choice, Lori. Some people cannot accept this, but I have a nephew with schizoid-effective disorder and it can't be traced genetically to anyone in the family. You father sounds like he was a wise and loving man, writing letters to editors and speaking out on behalf of those who could not present their own views. God bless you for sharing this moving poem with us. I was my father's "little girl" until he died last year. My condolences on your loss. Love, Carolyn
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May 30, 2010 at 3:52 PM
I can't even express how very good this truly is!.....WOW!!!.......Larry
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